A big meal is not only a celebration of Wang Jing's opening of the company, but also a separate banquet for this semester.

The training is coming to an end, everyone has bought tickets and is ready to go home.

When I woke up in the morning, it was eight or nine o'clock, and the sun lay on the bed like a girl. Gentle, warm, so that the whole quilt is warm.

However, she is also very naughty, flirting with people's faces as the curtains shake. Like a dog's tail grass, and like a girl's hair, it makes people's noses flutter, and they can't help but want to sneeze.

"Ahh

Qian Hao slept soundly, and his mouth was pursed, as if he had dreamed of something delicious. But before he had time to eat, as soon as the sunshine girl teased, he sneezed and woke up in a daze.

"Uh, what time is it?"

With a mutter, he rubbed his eyes and reached for his phone next to his pillow.

When I looked, it was half past nine.

Looking around again, I saw that both guys were awake. Ma Wenjie, lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone; Wang Jing, sitting under the bed and playing games.

"Hey, order food."

Leaning against the railing of the bed, he called out to the two of them. But Wang Jing didn't react, and still played the game calmly. Ma Wenjie reverted, but there was no follow-up after that.

These two guys are still not hungry, otherwise they would have ordered food a long time ago.

Qian Hao muttered, he was not in a hurry to eat, went to the toilet, and continued to lie in bed when he came back. This state is the norm of the university.

Of course, he didn't sleep again, but lazily played with his phone.

Hang in the buckle, chat with the girl, hook up with a female fan or something; Wander around Zhihu and take a look at elite articles. Uh, well, look at the elite jokes.

After doing this, he looked up and saw that the two guys were still playing. So, he also lowered his head and continued to play.

Anyway, don't be hungry, continue to consume. What if he brings it up and they tell him to go down and get food. Well, on such a cold day, the key is the sixth floor!

It's okay, he fiddles with his phone again. Suddenly, he saw the Weibo app and thought of the Weibo post he posted yesterday.

That Weibo, I don't know what's going on. If fans don't buy it, then there really is nothing good to come out of......

Although he thinks so, he is not so pessimistic. In other words, he has a lot of faith in his fans.

After all, they are all young people, and most of them are college students, so there should be a lot of people who like them. Even if they don't like it, young people impulsively consume and support ......

Thinking so, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the supportive comments of his fans. However, when he clicked on the Weibo post, his smile froze.

"If we don't sing, we will collectively boycott poetry collections."

Just this sentence, the comment area, it's all it!

I...... What about the support that says good, and what about the impulsive consumption of young people who say good?

I'll you, you don't bring this!

Qian Hao wants to cry without tears, and his feelings are his own pits. Then, he found that there was no most pit, only more pits.

Many celebrities, such as Flower Bell and others, actually came to join in the fun.

They posted on Weibo, and they also posted that sentence, and returned Aithe. It's not the key, the point is that they did it, and the fans responded.

"As a fan of bells, to be honest, I like Qian Hao's poems very much. I was going to buy it, but the bell said so, so I naturally had to resist it, and I ...... the dog's head manually."

"+1 upstairs, I don't buy it either."

"If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, uncle, we won't buy it."

……

After reading the comment area of several celebrities, Qian Hao has a kind of impulse to ~ dog.

What a, it's a second dog.

However, just when the lovely grass camels, tens of millions, were rushing through his heart, he suddenly saw the Weibo of ancient poems.

"Look at it, it's already been printed, and there are still a lot of prints. If it doesn't sell, you won't have to buy toilet paper in the future. ”

…… Well, you guys won.

Qian Hao couldn't cry or laugh, said that he was helpless, and told his two roommates about it.

However, he was very helpless, but Wang Jing jumped up when he heard it, "I'm Nima, what a chance!" ”

"Ahaha, sure enough, there is a pillow when I fall asleep, let's make a lot of money now!

Mouse, hurry, just say that your album will be released soon!

Wait, wait, wait, no, albums and poetry collections are bundled! Yes, that's it, don't post on Weibo yet, wait for me to figure things out. ”

Wang Jing couldn't take care of the game anymore, walking back and forth, chattering, like a little money fan.

But, I have to say, this guy has a set. When I heard this, it didn't take long for me to think of bundling.

Not only that, but his idea, which is bundling, is really the same thing. As soon as Qian Hao and Liu Yikun said, Liu Yikun immediately agreed, and seemed to be a little excited.

At first, Qian Hao didn't understand, but after thinking about it, he understood. The album sells well, and the poetry collection can borrow the east wind, Liu Yikun is naturally excited.

However, excitement is excitement, Liu Yikun is still very rational and puts forward a series of suggestions.

Next to the bed, Wang Jing listened attentively and felt that it was right, so he snatched the mobile phone excitedly, "Editor-in-chief Liu, what you said is very right." Let's have a good exchange and try to get this thing done. ”

"You are Wang Jing? Okay, let's make an appointment to talk. There was no objection, Liu Yikun replied quickly.

Qian Hao lay on the bed, watching the two chatting energetically, and touched his forehead speechlessly. But then, he was even more speechless, because Wang Jing hung up the phone, and immediately washed, dressed, and went out to see Liu Yikun......

"Mouse, just wait, I and Editor-in-Chief Liu will definitely handle this matter."

After hurriedly cleaning up, Wang Jing dropped such a sentence and ran out of the dormitory with a fire.

Indoors, Qian Hao and Ma Wenjie glanced at each other, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Lao Wang, this guy, actually has such a positive side!

Really positive, Wang Jing talked all morning and didn't come back until more than twelve o'clock. And as soon as he came back, he said excitedly: "Mouse, we have discussed, semi-bundled sales!" ”

"Half? What do you mean? Qian Hao was puzzled and asked suspiciously.

Wang Jing was excited, and said triumphantly:

"Haha, I don't know. The so-called semi-bundle sales are to put your album and poetry book together in major bookstores.

It is not mandatory to bundle, but put a piece, and consumers will definitely buy it when they see it.

How's that, okay? ”

Not to mention, it's a really good method. If it is forcibly bundled, consumers may not like it and will not buy both. And this kind of bundling is much gentler, and consumers will not be disgusted.

"Hehe, it's not what you think." Although he thought this method was good, Qian Hao still struck.

Sure enough, it wasn't Wang Jing who thought.

When he heard Qian Hao's words, his smug expression immediately froze, and then he looked left and right and said to him, "That, I'll post it on Weibo." By the way, you can just forward Weibo, don't post another Weibo yourself, so as not to be criticized. ”

That's right, he just said yesterday that he wouldn't sing, and today he said that he would release an album, which will definitely provoke ridicule.

Okay, then let Wang Jing say it. (To be continued.) )